My Gift, I Call Dad

God gave me a gift on Father's Day
A loving Dad who I could love always
Who protected me and gave me care
To me, my Dad is so kind and good
He showed me how to live my life
As happy as I could

He told me how he saw things around the world
Beautiful and wonderful,
It made me create a life
A gift, so true and rare
My Dad, seemed to go everywhere

He played with me and we went to parks
On the rides we went and I closed my eyes
When I fell, he washed my face
He was a hand to hold
As he held me high
My gift, is my Dad
He is the apple of my eye

~*~

Linda Ann Henry 2007
Do you remember me
The people's poet




 

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